Tuesday, July 20, 2010

POETRY: Sometimes a Cell Phone is Heavier than a Gun

Sometimes a cell phone is heavier than a gunin the hand of a friend/an ex-loverStaring down life’s barrel He pulled the triggerAnd put a bullet hole in our lives

For 36 hours the wound has been bleedingLong after his blood dried to the walls and the floorIt comes in spurts from the corners of my eyesIt leaves see through trails on my skinAs I flip through condolences on Yahoo and FacebookMy face books a trip that my heart can’t takeIt comes and goes in .22 caliber roundsOne moment laughter memories that suddenly turn into the rat-tat-tat-tat of a 1930s gangster scenea mad mobster from the Depression Era turned on himplaced a hit on his spiritand blew us all away

I got the phone call on the way to the video storebut this wasn’t a movieI kept waiting for the punch lineI thought he was jokingI thought he was jokingI THOUGHT HE WAS JOKINGuntil the sky ripped open

I wonder if the shock I felt was the same feeling Chris had when he first pulled the triggerIn that moment before Death came to collect his duedid he have time to feel the world pauseas he disconnected from this realitydid he have time to see himself lying theredid he try to take it backj/k j/kj/kI didn’t mean it.

6 comments:

Brandon, thank you for sharing your feelings. This is so hard and there is no way to make sense of it. Just appreciate your honesty. I lost my cousin to suicide in June and I still can't begin to understand why.

Thank you all. Lily, check your Facebook page. Ben, I appreciate your words and the prayers. Peace Seeker, I hope you are able to make peace with your loss, and I am sorry to hear of it. Prayers and love to you.

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